Out-of-Character Information
Minecraft Account Name: Icebound_Fusion
Age: 15
I am aware of the server happening to be rated at ‘PG-13’.
Have you applied before?: No, I have not applied at ‘Lord of the Craft’ any time in my span of being.
Rules read?: Indeed, your server rules have been read and understood.
Rule most agreed with: “Destructive hacks such as kill aura, auto-mining, and free-cam, though there are many more. Approved add-ons will be listed [here].”
Any rules not understood?: Nay, I was able to comprehend every rule.
How did you find out about ‘LotC’?: My friend from another server, (not going to advertise) Prenumbra, told me about this server and I find it to be Role-Play extensive and immersive, which I have been looking for.
Definitions
Role-Playing: to ‘role-play’ is to take that of a role of another entity, not that of yourself and play into the role that entity may possess. You must act out as if that entity was that of your very own persona, thinking as that character, and act upon decisions that character would ever decide.
Meta-Gaming: to ‘meta-game’ is to act upon the use of ‘OOC’ information, ‘IC’. As if I went a tore apart a kingdom of Orcs because OOC, (say, on another server we play on together) one of them happened to insult my persona, and I went and took it out on them, because I happened to of acted on an invalid reason and contingency.
Power-Gaming: to ‘power-game’ is to act as if your character is some sort of ‘Deity’, or ‘God’. Such as if my character were to teleport away from a horde of the Undead and summon an astral plane to escape from them, to escape from the material plane or existence and re-open a rift into another location amongst the original plane and then resurrect after dying from the material plane’s essence dispersing my body from the time-stream.
In-Character Information
Character’s name: Syl’Vin Darhlem
Character’s gender: Male
Character’s race: High-Elf/Dark-Elf
Character’s age: 47
Realm of Orgin: Athera, Petrus
Biography:
Syl’Vin is the son of a of an incultural mix, a father that is Dark and High Elf, and a mother of a High Elf. Syl’Vin was always that of tricks, and games but had only one thing he ever cared about, his brother. His brother, Bragir was also one of tricks, but they were always there for one another. Syl’Vin felt odd fitting in, as there was his brother’s death, and he could never understand how he felt and embrace that pain with him. Syl’Vin’s mother was always on a spree for any means necessary to spent all currency we ever owned, that’s all she really cared about, other than Syl’Vin. His father was always working, and blaming his brother for his olde wife’s death. It wasn’t truly fair, and Syl’Vin saw that until the day they were shipped away to a place called the ‘Academy’.
The academy was dreadful, Syl’Vin wasn’t able to fit in as he was a mix of Elf blood, even though he was ninety percent High Elf, he took after the Dark Elf nature. The consequences were unfair, they were treated in an unjust way and had nowhere to rely to, except one another. His brother started pushing them away, even as they studied. They argued, yes, but that is how brother’s were destined to act, they were just trying to show care, but in an unusual way. Syl’Vin had a bad attitude, a boisterous one, but Bragir’s tongue was one that he could not hold, and that was a problem, everywhere. Syl’Vin was adept in fighting back when he was picked on, as he trained with sword, bow, and a little of the stealth tactics his mother showed him. He could sway in and out of site, picking off small creatures with his dagger and bow, able to hit targets up to half a mile away. He wanted to learn more, he wanted to become a wielder of Arcane and Elemental magick but that was not the case. Once they went to graduate from the academy and Syl’Vin noticed someone upon a tree watching everyone, bow drawn, he couldn’t let anyone die, unless it was he who killed them all. So Syl’Vin concentrated upon the figure’s bow and and drew his dagger, flicking it to swing into the hunter's bow-string, propelling the arrow into the wielder’s throat, no one knew, but the Head-Professor. The Professor called him to his study, inflicting upon what Syl’Vin did. He offered him enrollment in advanced combat training, but that was not what Syl’Vin wanted, he wanted to learn from his mother, but he would never see her again. Syl’Vin’s past was left behind that day and they were soon to begin a new, they saw sure to it and then the brother’s left the Academy, never to see their home again. Off they went, to start trouble, or greatness, somewhere else.
Personality:
Boisterous, savagery in some cases, cunning, manipulative, and mysterious.
Ambitions:
Syl’Vin and his brother wish for domination, and a conquering upon their enemies. They cannot seem to find the power to do this upon their own; they’re going to need help. He wishes to learn Arcane magick to a point he may become an Arch-Mage, and even learn other types of Magick. Syl’Vin isn’t stupid, he can talk around someone into confusing their own self, or even convince them to give him what he wants or anything of that nature. He is skilled in swordsman ship, archery, and cunning escape tactics and will use those to escape, or enter and scenario that is brought upon him.
Strengths/Talents: Syl’Vin is like his brother, educated, and quick-witted. He is not good, yet not evil, but more chaotic, but other than his brother, he has a bit of insane trapped in his mind, it’s like there’s two of him. He is adept in archery, battle tactics, vexing with intelligence, and swordsmanship, with a soon to be Magick training involved in his life again.
Weaknesses/Inabilities: Anger
Syl’Vin is quick to become angered, to a point that he would kill or manipulate anyone who screws with his mind, or heart. Even after that Arch-Mage took away his magic he put an arrow through his heart just for fun, and revenge. He is easily made fun of, because of his race, and because of his crazy mind.
Appearance:
He is light, around 120lbs and is about 6’5. He is very nimble, and athletic, with not big arms, but not one’s that look bony either. His skin is pale, with a sun pitched tint and eyes that of a light blue, maybe of a crystal. He generally wear a cloak, to cover his face, or his mail that his mother gave him, designed to be light, but tightly linked.
